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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This pain you live in Is unmistakably so real This torture you’re prone too It kills me too With every breathe you choke in My heart pulses “No” With every weakened bone I shout, toss, and spin But although that You speak to me With words, weary words, and gentle care You speak of feelings you have Kept Hidden for me And I stop the screaming, the tossing, the breaking, the beating I freeze My sense of denial, of fear, pushes me back But the other senses The sense of conscience, of affection, of claim Claiming to own a good heart Claiming to know what to say Claiming to know what to do Assuming knowing where this goes But those feelings, those vulnerable sensations End up killing the people they own Too great is not to be greater But to be destroyed when becoming greatest Regardless of the destruction those feelings are submitted into They thrive to appear, to break surface Will they turn into something beautiful? Something alive and wistful Or will they self-destruct because of other feelings? Will they vanish into ample emptiness? A squander of fire to be extinguished These senses consume me, slay me silently And time, seconds tick swiftly Until I am bound to eternal silence And unutterable misery In a cage of impassive breathing They drug me into.
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